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Apr. 1st, 2011 12:47 amSo, I decided to stop writing.
First, because this thing is eating my life since I was, like, twelve (if you don't count the little story about a talking parrot* that I wrote when I was eight, and you shouldn't count it because I plagiarized from Chico Bento**) and enough is enough. I gave it - the writing, not the parrot, or Chico - the best years of my life and for what? It never got me no money*** and I think it might have made me fat****.
And second, because it cockblocks me from pursuing my true calling. So from now on, folks, I'M AN ARTIST.
(mind you, I always thought of writing as art, but you know what I mean)
... I feel a lot better now that I got it off my chest.
( samples of my work )
First, because this thing is eating my life since I was, like, twelve (if you don't count the little story about a talking parrot* that I wrote when I was eight, and you shouldn't count it because I plagiarized from Chico Bento**) and enough is enough. I gave it - the writing, not the parrot, or Chico - the best years of my life and for what? It never got me no money*** and I think it might have made me fat****.
And second, because it cockblocks me from pursuing my true calling. So from now on, folks, I'M AN ARTIST.
(mind you, I always thought of writing as art, but you know what I mean)
... I feel a lot better now that I got it off my chest.
( samples of my work )
